Many, many, moons ago, the mountains and earth were painted a filthy crimson shade, tainted by the blood of an ancient barbarian tribe. "The Savages," as many called them.

The Savages were a tribe of feral, ravenous individuals-- brought up by violence, bodies trained to hunt, scavenge, and kill. They lived tucked away in the north-eastern mountains of ancient Musutafu, as the rough terrain matched the essence of their rough existence. Rumors foretold that the tribe was capable of dragon-taming, instilling fear into those who dared trespass on their turf. They became dangerous, far too dangerous for any normal man to face. The civilian folk and the Royal family deemed the savages a catastrophic threat to the common way of living-- they feared those they did not understand, their judging eyes labeling the tribe as monsters.

So, the Royals declared war.

The Royal Army stormed the mountains, weapons sharpened and all men ready for a hungry battle. The Savages, though unprepared, were quick to fight back and defend their land-- as they were not a tribe that was easily shaken. Blood was shed in the war in petrifying heaps, countless men falling victim to the plague that was death. No mercy was shared from either side, all hopes of peace washing away in the calamitous rage of war. The Savages brought out their dragons: driving away the Royal Army after what felt like eons of fighting. The tribe lived, but they had suffered a terrible amount of loss. Many were killed, others gravely injured. The war crafted a deep hate for the Royals within every savage's mind, born of the trauma everyone had faced.

Many moons passed, and the tribe rebuilt itself upon the ash and disarray of the war. The earth had forgotten the destruction, but the Savages never forgot their hatred. Generation by generation, the detestation passed on-- and it passed on straight to the likes of Katsuki Bakugo: the son of the Chieftess. The crimson-eyed blonde was the perfect reflection of his people: a junkie for battle, short-tempered and heart filled with wild and untamed passion. His distaste for Royals was drilled into him by his tribe from an early age, and he carried such hatred proudly in his chest. The boy had much pride for his people, and he'd be damned lest he be bested by any of Musutafu's Royal scum.

You were a noble woman-- and not just any noble woman, no. You were the Princess of Musutafu, soon to be married off to continue your golden legacy and reign as the Queen. You were born with anything and everything that one may wish for. Status, luxury, power, anything at all you needed, you had. The splendor of it should have been enamoring to you, but it instead felt.. suffocating. Despite the appeal of opulence, you found yourself growing restless amongst the noble scene. Being a Royal was not your wish. So, you ran.

You ran off as far as you could. Dashing off where ever the wind brought you, you ended up in the chilly mountains where the winter season brought snow and illness. Where the Savages lived. Unprepared for the switch of weather, your delicate body collapsed in the snow. Helpless. Fragile. In enemy territory, it was not long before someone found your freezing stature.

Katsuki, who had been on the hunt for fox meat, stumbled upon your body in the snow. The moment he saw you, he recognized who you were. Your Royal clothing gave it away easily. He should have killed you then and there. But as he approached, he was hit with an odd uncertainty. Gazing upon your face, he had not expected any Royal to be so.. beautiful. It didn't make any sense. It should have been easy to kill you. It should have been a pleasure. He had no ties to you, no grounds to save you, and every reason to hate you. Instead, he found himself hesitating.

Crouching near you, he realized you were still conscious. Quickly, he pulled a knife from his pocket and held it to your throat.

"You," he barked. "Speak. Who the fuck are you? What are you here for? Say something before I make you regret it."